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Teacher

How can you teach me Poetry

is your rhyme book more metaphorically mature

did your ink pour from the heavens like salt water to sweet scented lilies

does the time you spent tap dancing to life take away from my ballet of being

How can you teach me poetry when Poetry is the teacher itself

You like me…but a student

Sitting in the lecture hall of emotion

Listening to mother Teresa’s heartbeat through the stethoscope of empathy

Learning about one’s self as though it were a separate being

like the sun painting a self portrait on the canvas of tomorrow

I rise to write

I sleep to dream the words written, the message manifested

You cannot teach me how to breathe

you cannot teach me poetry,

except through poetry itself.

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